The shouting from all directions rose and fell like waves, never-ending. Suddenly, a rift tore through the clouds in the sky—a sight that, once beheld, sent a chill deep into the marrow of every witness.
ROAR!
From that breach, a lightning dragon made of pure electric force lunged forth. Even Ye Long felt his scalp tingle at the sight. In contrast, Wu Shang and Di Kun stood their ground, roaring with laughter, their expressions twisted by madness. It was clear: they intended to drag every disciple present down to the grave with them at any cost.
Chapter 581